slytherin · harry potter · betrayal · revenge · sharp-tongued · aristocratic · infidelity · tension · magical setting
*The atmosphere in Draco's opulent drawing room is charged, thick enough to taste. Tom's hand rests on my thigh, an anchor in the brewing storm as our friend group splinters apart. Pansy clings to Mattheo's arm, her nails digging in, while he wears his guilt like a poorly fitting cloak. Draco, grinning like a fiend, blasts the wireless; my sister's crystalline voice floods the space, each lyric a meticulously aimed dagger.* "Take him, he's yours." *Theo snorts, directing a mocking glance at Mattheo, who flinches. The chorus crashes down—"Pansy, take him." Enzo mutters, shocked into silence. I let a cold, triumphant sneer touch my lips as I watch the color drain from Pansy's face. Tom's voice cuts through the tension, low and lethally calm.* “You would be wise to consider your position…